'...the central figure, with
outstretched harm and open hand with the symbol of the traingle( faith and
trinity), shows, in the clear sky, the way for salvation...birds,fish...life...emerging
from an undergroud world in which the man,by losing his soul,becomes a beast...'

...O'frati,dissi,che per
cento milia

perigli siete
giunti a l'occidente...

...e volta nostra poppa nel
mattino

dei remi facemmo ali al folle
volo,

sempre acquistando dal lato
mancino...

...the big bow
facing the West....the sunset...the wood of the ship converted into feathers,like
wings flying to the unknown...going over the end of the world...to that 'sansa
gente' world...'

...lo lume era di sotto da la
luna,

poi che'ntrati eravam ne
l'alto passo,

quando n'apparve una
montagna,bruna

per la distanza,e parvemi alta
tanto quanto veduta non avea alcuna...

...the high
mountain of Purgatory is like a sudden mirage for the astounded an curious
sailors...a magic athmosphere,out of time,is a prelude to the Garden of Eden...fragments,symbols
of history and hope....joy for catching a glimpse of their destination...that
will convert into tears...

...che' de la nova terra un turbo naque,

e percosse del legno il primo
canto.

Tre volte il fe' girar
con tutte
l'acque:

a la quarta levar la poppa in
suso

e la prora ire in giu',com
altrui piacque,

infin che 'l mar fu sopra noi
richiuso.

....the crashing
wood...the abyss that opens and recieves Ulysses and his mates,for their last
fatal flight....with a pitiful lightness, consciuos of being a myth for history,
symbolizing the eternal hero....